Just a little Vergier family splurge. I love these two. It's kinda sappy, and may or may not have a little headcanon in it, but whatever. Enjoy!

Dear Father,

I don't really know how to start this letter. I've never really written to you before (except maybe a couple stupid little notes as a kid), and I don't know what to say, so I'll just skip the formalities and get right to the point.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything—for the snarky comments, for shaking you off when you put a hand on my shoulder. I'm sorry for making things harder than they already are. I'm sorry that I sit on the sofa, staring at the screen, not even noticing when you walk through the door. I'm sorry for not listening. I'm sorry for getting involved when you tell me not to, and for hanging back when you need me most. I'm sorry for not apologizing. I'm sorry for not understanding. I'm sorry for always blaming you.

I forgive you. I forgive you for not being home. I forgive you for not knowing me. I forgive you for being angry, for calling me an "impertinent child," for never getting off my back about things. I forgive you for not understanding. I forgive you for the empty bottles that you don't think I know about. I forgive you for all your flaws and failures, and hope you'll forgive me for mine.

Thank you. Thank you for always watching out for me—for always trying. Thank you for watching over Paris. Thank you for trying to understand. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my father.

You may never read this letter, but I hope that I show its truth everyday.

I love you.

You are my hero.

-Charlie